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Chapter 2 for you. Hope you like it! R&R. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Chapter 2

Draco looked at Lupin is bewilderment. He knew he had a right to be angry, furious even. Yet he could not bring himself to shout at the man. All he felt was compassion.

Knowing this, he put his hand on his shoulder. "Its okay." Draco said softly. "I wasn't living much of a life anyway."

Lupin turned to him with confused bloodshot eyes. "What do you mean?" He frowned.

Draco looked at his hands. Should he tell this man his most terrible secrets? He looked up and met his eyes, and he could not help but feel the honesty surrounding the were-wolf. He knew he was a secretive person but even he felt he could tell his ex-professor anything. So he made his decision.

"Since I was very young." He began. "My father taught me about all the dark arts and its many secrets. He taught me my manners, which were all but drilled into my head. Basically, my father taught me everything I know.

"My father was a kind man once. A long time ago, before I was born. I wish I had met that man. I wish that man still existed."

Draco's face hardened. "When I was six years old I accidentally spilled my soup on the dining room floor. I tried to blame it on the house elf. Spoiled brat I was, but my father took none of it. I was dragged from the room and down into the dungeons. I won't tell you what happened from there Lupin. Just know that all the memories from that dungeon will haunt me forever.

"For the past ten years I have been beaten so many times I stopped trying to keep count. I have had to live up to my fathers expectations. I live in fear of my father Lupin. My own flesh and blood. Do you have any idea what that's like? Being afraid to even talk in his presence?

"I learned to create a mask for myself. To hide behind so that the person my father wanted me to be could be seen. A cold-hearted imbecile is what I am seen as. Everyone hates me. Hell, even my own mother hates what I've become because of her retched husband. But she refuses to blame it on him. Its always my fault in her eyes which gives Lucius even more reasons to beat me."

Draco took a shaky breath. H had never told anyone any of this. Why was he spilling his guts now? He looked back up to the man who bore fresh tears and was staring at him with awe and sympathy. How he had gone through so much and managed to stay so strong was shocking in his eyes.

"Draco.." Remus said hesitantly. "Why did you never come forward about this? We could have helped you. Your father could be in Askaban by now."

Draco sighed. "Its not that I didn't want to. Lets just say Lucius has high friends in high places. Askaban couldn't hold him for long. I'm also not willing to die quite yet." He chuckled weakly.

Remus smiled faintly. His heart wasn't in it though. He was, understandably wishing he could smash Lucius Malfoys face in but there was a child at stake. And he wasn't one to get in the way of a childs needs.

There was one question left that he had to ask. Summoning his strength he asked. "Why were you in the forest Draco? Surely you must know how dangerous these kinds of places can be at night. Never mind at the full moon."

"At that moment in time I wasn't afraid of the dangers of the night. I was more worried about the danger trying to catch up with me."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Both of them were quiet for a moment. Lost in their thoughts of the past night. That was when Draco's curiosity rose.

"Do you not use the wolfsbane potion? I thought that it is supposed to make you regain your mind while you are a were-wolf."

"It is." Remus answered. "But unluckily for you I was in what you could call a hunting mode. My wolven self wanted food so I was simply using my instincts to hunt. I could not tell you were human until after I struck. All I could smell was meat. I would have to stop if I wanted to distinguish you from the rest of the animals around us. But my instincts told me not to."

Draco nodded and they returned to their silent state. They were waiting for Draco's bite to heal as were-wolves heal much faster than the average wizard due to the mixed magic of the two. It was almost healed.

MALFOY MANOR

Narcissa Malfoy was sitting in the dining room eating her breakfast. Lucius was beside her reading the Daily Prophet while a house-elf buttered his toast.

Narcissa turned to look at the entrance to the dining room. Her son was still not at his place beside Lucius. Where was he? Frowning she asked Lucius.

"Lucius, where is Draco? It is almost ten past nine he was supposed to be here ten minutes ago!"

Lucius sipped on his coffee and answered his wife without looking up from the paper. "I'm sure he's just having a lie in Narcissa, don't fret."

"I'm not fretting. I'm merely curious." She sniffed and finished her breakfast.

Lucius, of course knew exactly where his son was. The idiot escaped him last night by mere luck. He scowled into his mug thinking about his pathetic excuse for a son. He did not tolerate disobedience just as much as couldn't tolerate mudbloods and muggles. He smirked then. Draco would not do a rerun of last night. He would make sure of that. Picking up his toast he chewed into it. Yes. He thought. Things would be different concerning Draco. Quite different.

Oh dearie me! I do love a good ' i'm telling you everything ' thing! I know it might be a bit OOC for Draco, but I thought it was nessesery. Remember to click the little go button on the left! Just tempting you I hope. Anyways, till next time. Bye byes.